Anakin tried to follow the track of Padmé’s finger with his eyes, but her touch was light and he found his eyelid dropping at the sensation. That was entirely unfair. How could she still him like with just the barest of efforts?
When he’s had just about more than he could take, he caught her hand in his own, and brought up to his lips to press lightly with a kiss. He didn’t release her hand when he pulled it back. Instead he threaded their fingers, maybe partially due to how well she could stop him short with the simplest of gestures.
“Alright. I concede it, you were clear.” His smile softened, then, he grew more serious. “Thank you.”